It was Red Rock Canyon. One of the most beautiful places in Waterton… in the Rockies, for that matter. And it was there, waiting for him to find it. As long as he was willing to look for it.
Lou stood at the kitchen sink, her eyes unfocused on her hazy reflection in the window. Outside the sky was fading from steely blue to indigo. The mountain range beyond was a solid sheet of black, cut out by a child’s sloppy scissors.
Ava turned to the side, staring out into the dark. In profile, her face was suddenly tired and sad, and Cole felt the urge to wrap himself around her. To protect her from whatever was dragging her down.
I think sometimes in artwork or writing or music, you discover something that just needs to be created. It’s not even something that you want to create… You’re just pulled into it like an instrument. Like you’re part of a bigger plan.
She’d just thrown gasoline on the fire. Now it was up to fandom to keep it burning.
She turned his hand over, tracing letters into his palm. I…L.O.V.E…Y.O.U…
She was all about the present. Paint and blood and lust. The now.
Xander stood at the end of the bed, hands on hips, the jacket she’d helped him sew thrown open, a gold-threaded waistcoat glimmering underneath. He was the Regency hero today, but she didn’t feel like being saved.
Sometimes,” she whispered, her lips brushing his cheek, “you need to be lost in order to be found.
It made sense, Amanda decided. People thrived on the misfortunes of others: her mother was the perfect example of that. Can’t see a car accident, she thought, for wanting to climb inside and join in.
That, my dear Liv, was confidence. Talk to someone. Make jokes with them. Seem interested in what they are saying even if they’re dull as mud.” He shrugged. “Anyone… anyone at all, can be glamoured if you know how.
So she’s one of the grande dames of fandom? The Madame de Staël of the Starveil world?
It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.
Trapped on a school bus for an hour each morning and each evening, she devoured book after book. She explored a hundred worlds, indifferent to her peers and the passing of the universe.
If you’re trying to figure out why something’s not working,” Old Lou had explained, “just focus on the things that do work. Move through those things first and eventually you’ll find the one part that’s stuck.
It’s going to happen whether you like it or not,” he said quietly.The top of the book dropped to display Susan’s wrinkled gaze. “What’s that?”“Change,” Rich said. “It’s inevitable.
You’re breaking the fucking law, Cole… there is no right way to do this.
Hormones, it seemed, we’re making a much-delayed appearance in her life.Liv was horrified.
You can do it now. You can’t say you’ve never dated, because you have. A lot of people, actually.” Xander’s gave her a mischievous grin. “You’ve leveled up, dearest. You’re an expert on dating compared to Liv of six months ago.
He couldn’t be more than forty-five, but Murray Miles was stooped, old before his time. The mountains of Alberta had the ability to bend those who lived here.That, or it broke them.
Make a wish,” Oliver said, gesturing to the upturned cup, “and turn it clockwise three times.
This advice from a college freshman carrying a cane?””It’s a walking stick, I’ll have you know.””Same difference.””Hardly. It’s fashion.
Thursday afternoon, the dark clouds closed in, and by Friday morning a heavy rain was falling. The mountain peaks were hazy sentinels, disappearing into misty fog that clung to the valley.
Cole didn’t see her for the rest of the weekend, and he was glad.She wasn’t in class on Monday either. That made it easier.Tuesday she was still missing.